Ochre Idyls

Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions

What comes from this brain is easy
I think
No, not like I think
Or put in much effort
My essence just flows
Fluid like ink

I've been called loud
Also uncouth
Accused of unfeeling
But it's really just truth

I spew it for sure
And am super proud
So why is it why
You show me the door

  • Fiction
  • 59 words
  • < 1 min
  • July 04, 2025